The angels record who prays
And take the faithful to God
Before the war
There were lunches on Fridays
Day trips
Swimming in the Euphrates
Sometimes a smile
From a beautiful girl
Dancing
Singing
Before the war there were lunches on Fridays
Dancing
Singing
They called us the Beatles
All you need is hate
They called us the Beatles
Boy, you're gonna carry that weight
And death goes on, within you and without you
We love to die the way you love to live
I write from a field of pain
Burning flesh in the afternoon
Hide your hair
Hide your face
Feel your soul
Slip into the dark